He tried Richard, and Rick, and Rickie, and they just didn't work for him. Poor boy's stuck being a Dick. (It was fine in 1943, it's just ... quaint. now. Yes, quaint is a good word.)

"Sure is. I was starting to think nobody else was alive in this place." He gives her a lopsided, lazy smile. "Who's your friend -- Chandra? ANother drop-in, or you came together?"